Date: Mon, 03 Aug 1998 23:45:59 PDT
From: Rick Machair <rickma@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Story of Pat and Mark

Game, Set and Match - The Story of Pat and Mark

This is another story in the 'game, set and match'-series featuring today's
hottest tennis stars. The following story is a 'prequel' of the earlier
ones and describes how two of the major characters in the series,
Australian studs Patrick Rafter and Mark Philippoussis, met. Since this is
a work of fiction, the chances that they really met like this are rather
small, but you never know.... If you're not into gay sex or if you
shouldn't be because of your age, then don't read on. Please send your
comments to: mikec@freemail.nl


The Story of Pat and Mark

Initially, I had been under the illusion that I was the first to introduce
Pat Rafter to gay sex. Even though his actions suggested that he was quite
experienced, Pat claimed that I was his first male lover. You may remember
that I discovered the truth after meeting Mark Philippoussis. The two stars
had been doubles partners for a while, and I found out that their
relationship went far beyond that. At the beginning of this year they split
up for reasons that still aren't clear. I had talked with Pat and Mark, who
both became my lovers, about their past and this enabled me to write the
following reproduction of their young lives and their first encounters.


Part One: Studs in the Making


Mark Philippoussis, born in Melbourne on the 7th of November 1976, was
sexually the most active of the two and soon discovered he got more turned
on by men than by women. He had his first gay experience when he was
thirteen. Mark was very mature for his age. He hadn't developed the
wonderful body he has now, of course, but he was already growing into a
very handsome young man. He was a promising young tennis player, a
Mediterranean type, a bit shy at first, very friendly and very curious
since he was a young boy. He always wanted to try new things. And that is
still the case. Mark is very interested in alternative sports and lives by
the motto: 'You have to try everything at least once.'

An older boy, aged fifteen, who lived a few houses down the street first
introduced Mark into the pleasures of gay sex. It was probably the only
time Mark wasn't the one to take the initiative, to seduce. The older boy
had fancied Mark for a while and had successfully established a friendship
with him. When the moment was right, i.e. when his parents were not home,
he invited Mark to his house and changed the athlete's life forever. Mark's
curiosity proved stronger than his shyness and after some hesitation and
much encouragement from his friend, he had his first sexual experience with
another guy on a hot summer day in 1989. It started with an invitation by
his older friend to jack each other off, it continued with Mark feeling his
friend's lips around his small, but hard cock and it ended with tasting cum
for the first time when his friend shot his load in Mark's hot mouth.

Since then, Mark was hooked on cock and continued to visit his friend
regularly. It never got beyond jacking each other off and sucking each
other's dicks, and I guess Mark was ready to go one step further. After a
couple of months he stopped seeing his first lover and became the hunter,
that he still is. His first catch was a class mate. Mark managed to seduce
him and thus found a new friend who was willing to suck Mark's growing dick
whenever the athlete wanted it. But that too, didn't last very long. He
liked it when guys sucked his cock and in about two years he had found a
dozen of them eager enough to give into his wishes, but Mark wanted more,
he wanted to fuck some ass. Aged fifteen, he finally got what he wanted: a
lover who didn't just want to jack or suck him off, but who wanted to feel
Mark's dick up his ass. And so, he fucked a guy for the first time and a
couple of minutes later, he was at the receiving end. Mark became a very
eager fucker and improved his seduction technique to near perfection. No
one could turn him down, especially since his body was developing into the
muscular, hot body we all know and love so much.

Patrick Rafter, born in Mount Isa on the 28th of December 1972, couldn't
produce the same track record. His early sexual life can only be described
as 'pretty boring'. Pat didn't think much about it and just assumed that he
was straight like everyone else. He grew up with five brothers and thus was
surrounded by young naked male flesh. He saw cocks every day and his
brothers often didn't hide their boners or even the fact that they were
jacking off. Pat would always get hard when he knew one of his brother's
was masturbating, but he didn't think that was abnormal. Being gay was the
last thing on his mind. And besides his brothers would never let him hear
the end of it, if he turned out to like boys more than girls. So Pat liked
girls and dated them. Contrary to what you might expect they weren't all
over him. Pat didn't have the natural beauty like Mark did and his attitude
towards girls was one of indifference. He lost his virginity to a girl when
he was eighteen. He enjoyed the experience, but frankly couldn't understand
why sex was such a favorite topic of conversation among his brothers and
friends. After all, it wasn't that good !


Part Two: Lust at First Sight


Mark turned professional in 1994. His big breakthrough came in 1995. At 19
years old, he started to establish a name for himself. He was playing good,
the crowd seemed to like him and he got to meet the players he had then
seen only on television.

Pat turned professional in 1991 and thus was already quite experienced in
the ATP-tour. Some rookies are guided by older players in the first years
of their professional career, just to let them in on the tricks of the
trade. That was certainly the case in the Australian side. The Australians
always flocked together on the tour and when a new one joined the tour, the
other ones would offer their advise and assistance. That's how Mark and Pat
met. Pat had seen Mark from a distance and heard he was a very talented
young player, but their first actual encounter was during the first year of
Mark's career, when Pat felt it necessary to share some of his experiences
with his new colleague. We're not talking about anything exciting here, but
things like which hotels are good and which not, which player you'd best
avoid and how to take a bow at Wimbledon.

Mark was immediately attracted to his older team mate. At 19 years old, he
was taller and stronger than Pat, who was four years older, but Pat had a
very well defined and beautifully balanced body. Mark noticed that
instantly of course and wanted him from the first day they met. He knew it
would be difficult, since Pat seemed very heterosexual, but Mark wasn't
easily put off. When he wanted something or someone, he went for
it. There's no harm in trying.

He played it very subtle at first with an occasional brief touch, just to
see how Pat reacted. Pat didn't react at all, but that doesn't mean he
didn't notice it. In fact, every time he felt Mark touching him, some kind
of energy pulse went through him. He wasn't sure what it meant, but didn't
link anything sexual to it at first. But then the dreams came. Pat started
to dream about Mark in a very explicit way and now he was getting a bit
confused. He told himself dreams meant nothing, but wasn't sure that was
true. And when the fantasies came, Pat was really beginning to wonder what
was happening. You can't control dreams, but when you're laying in bed at
night, thinking about Mark and getting a hard-on, something more is going
on.

Mark's patience was tested to the limit. It took a long time before
opportunity knocked at the door. Pat and Mark weren't alone very often and
it even seemed like Pat was starting to avoid Mark. Pat had decided that
was the thing to do to get his younger friend out of his mind. But Mark
didn't know how to quit, and kept hanging around Pat, hoping that one day
he would get the chance of a life-time and spend some quality time with
that beautiful athlete he became obsessed with. And Mark's luck did
change. On a hot day, after practice, Mark headed for the showers to find
they were already occupied. This wasn't unusual and Mark always joined
whoever was in the shower and checked him out, but this time it turned out
to be Pat. With more enthusiasm than ever, Mark entered the showers.

Finally Mark was alone with the object of his desire. And what was more,
they were both naked. Mark took a very good look at his new friend,
checking out the hot, naked body that was standing before him. The cute
face, the muscular and smooth torso, the perfectly shaped cock, the tight
ass, the strong legs,... Yes, it was all there. Seeing Pat in full didn't
prove to be a disappointment for Mark, who was determined to get his hands
on this beautiful man.

Pat, on the other hand, was still struggling with his feelings. He was very
confused and felt uncomfortable when he saw Mark joining him in the
showers. But he couldn't help looking at the naked Mark and was delighted
with what he saw: a fully developed, young, hard body that he considered to
be near perfection. Pat felt his cock springing to life, just as it had
done whenever he thought about Mark the last couple of days. He just
couldn't figure out what was happening to him, but was quite embarrassed by
the whole situation. He was actually turned on by another guy. Sure, he got
hard when he watched his brothers jack off, but that was natural. But this
guy wasn't doing anything sexually, he was just there. Well, he did do
something. Mark didn't hide the fact that he was checking out Pat's body
and the younger player kept staring at him. Pat decided the best way to
deal with this situation was to turn around and think of something
else. But it was already far too late for that. Mark had noticed the
movement in Pat's groin and in fact followed his example.

The two young studs were now standing in the shower, both naked and with
hard cocks: one of them afraid to look, confused about his feelings and
hoping that this all wasn't happening, the other one very sure about what
he wanted and ready to make his move. While washing himself, Pat tried to
reduce the stiffness in his cock by figuring out how much ATP-points were
between him and some other players. Doing maths usually did the trick, but
this time he was unsuccessful. The cock wouldn't calm down. And so Pat just
hoped that Mark would be the first to leave the shower, allowing his cock
to settle down in peace. He could still feel Mark's presence, but didn't
have a clue to what he was doing, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Pat
turned around immediately to find the obviously aroused youngster in front
of him. Pat stepped away from him.

"What the hell are you doing ?", Pat cried out. "I'm not a fucking faggot,
mate. I'm afraid you've got me all wrong here."

Like Mark hadn't heard that before. Pat's argument wasn't very convincing,
since he stood there with a dick that was throbbing more than it had ever
done before. Mark wasn't about to give up on this, he just didn't take no
for an answer. He went over to Pat, who couldn't back off any further since
his butt was now against the shower room's wall and whispered:

"Your dick says you want it. Just enjoy the experience and stop fighting
your feelings."

But Pat was still too confused to think straight. He wanted to leave, but
had to get past Mark first. The half-Greek put his hands on Pat's shoulders
again, but the latter still wasn't ready to accept the fact that he wanted
the guy to touch him and that he wanted to run his hands all over the fine
body in front of him. He tried to push Mark away to get to the exit, but
Mark had anticipated Pat's move and pulled his pray towards him with his
strong arms. Pat tried to get out of the young man's grip, but he
couldn't. Mark was a lot stronger than he had thought and I guess deep
inside he didn't want to get out, especially since he could feel Mark's
body very close to his now. But Pat wasn't thinking straight and struggled
to get away from the man he wanted so bad but didn't realize it. Pat, being
a strong athlete himself, made it difficult for Mark to keep his grip on
him and after a struggle Mark fell on to the floor and, still not releasing
his grip, pulled Pat down with him.

Anyone who would enter the showers, would think they were already at
it. Their positioning was perfect. Mark lay on his back with Pat on top of
him, facing him, their hard cocks touching each other. Now, Pat was in a
position he just couldn't walk away from. Any man would crack under these
circumstances, especially when he's as uncertain about his feeling as Pat
was at that time. Feeling Mark's hard organ against his own turned out to
be the final push Pat needed. He was still not sure about his feelings, but
realized that he wanted it so much, that any resistance would be
futile. And so, Pat surrendered.

Mark noticed that Pat wasn't struggling anymore and knew the battle was
won. Not wanting to give Pat a chance to change his mind, he continued his
seduction. He released his firm grip on him to replace it by a gentle
stroking of Pat's back. Mark figured the gentle, slow approach was in order
here instead of the get-straight-to-the-point-style he was accustomed
to. He kept running his hands all over his older friend's back, from the
base of his neck all the way down to his butt. Pat hardly moved an inch. He
was enjoying Mark's touch but was still too ashamed to admit it. Mark
decided to bring in his lips to try to defrost Pat. He put his lips on one
of Pat's ears and kissed it ever so gently. Pat still didn't do anything to
encourage his soon-to-be lover, but knew only too well that the boy didn't
need any encouragement to go on. And he was right. Mark had a goal and
nothing could stop him.

Mark's lips continued their way from the ear, over the cheek to reach the
mouth of the man he wanted. He kissed the mouth softly, and then again, and
again, until he felt a small opening. Pat was starting to respond, opened
his mouth slightly and immediately found Mark's tongue probing inside his
mouth. As in tennis, Mark found the opening and hit a perfect passing
shot. Their tongues met. Clumsy and nervous at first, Pat started getting
really into the kiss. He felt Mark's tongue all around his mouth and
decided to do some exploring himself. He pushed his lover's tongue back in
his own mouth and felt the inside of that mouth. Though a kiss is basically
a kiss, he was stunned by how different it felt with a guy. Somehow Mark's
mouth felt warmer than those of the girl's he had kissed before. The kiss
grew more and more intense and the passion was rising. Mark, who would
normally be fucking a man at this stage, still played it safe, not wanting
to push his friend too hard. But after a minute or two, it was time to take
Pat up to the next level. He took Pat firmly in his arms and rolled him
over. Now Mark was on top, in perfect position to take the initiative.

While still kissing, he started to grind his cock into Pat's groin. The
fucking movements were followed by a soft moan coming out of Pat's
mouth. The 23-year old experienced new heights every second. Mark ended the
grinding and got off Pat. He lay beside him and looked at the other man's
body, his most beautiful trophy ever. He started running his fingers over
Pat's smooth chest, gently squeezing his nipples, and his belly. Just a
fine trail of hair was separating Mark's hands from the cock he wanted so
badly. But by a remarkable effort in discipline, Mark didn't grab the cock,
but instead ran his hands past it and started stroking Pat's legs. While he
was doing that, he let his lips follow the path of his fingers. He kissed
and licked Pat's chest and belly, paying special attention to the nipples,
and caressed his inner thighs with his hands. Pat started to run his
fingers through the thick, black hair of his Mediterranean friend as soon
as he felt his mouth all over his torso. At last, Mark made a move for the
biggest prize. His hands were now so close to Pat's cock that their was no
stopping him. He cupped Pat's balls, feeling how big and soft they were and
then ran one finger up and down the hard shaft of his lover's throbbing
organ. The lonely finger was swiftly joined by a second one and then a
third one, until he made a fist around the cock and started jacking it off
slowly. Pat's moaning became very consistent now and both his hands were
now caressing Mark's hair.

Mark released his grip and started stroking the legs again. His lips
continued to follow the path of his hands and went past Pat's cock to lick
his inner thighs. Then his mouth moved up again to reach the furry balls
his hands had just left. He kissed them, one by one, and then opened his
mouth to take them in. He covered the balls with saliva and then gently
sucked on them. Pat, feeling that warm mouth so close to his cock, already
had a better time than he had ever had with a girl. It wasn't his first
blow-job, but somehow it had never been like that before. His balls were
now free again as Mark focused his attention on his cock. He licked the
shaft from base to head, to find Pat's foreskin in the way. He pulled it
back and took a good look at Pat's cockhead, purple and shiny. There was
pre-cum oozing out of his cock and Mark stuck his tongue out to lick it
up. He started cleaning the whole cockhead with his saliva and, encouraged
by the increasing volume in Pat's moans, took it in his mouth.

If you're wondering where the dialogue is, there isn't any. Pat hadn't
spoken a word since the whole thing started and only communicated through
moans and Mark... Well, it's difficult to have a conversation with a cock
in your mouth. More than that, it just isn't polite. But there was no need
for talking. Mark knew he was doing a good job. He was very experienced and
had no trouble taking it all in. His mouth was going up and down on his
friend's cock. And as the final touch he started to suck very hard on Pat's
cockhead, knowing that an explosion of hot juice was imminent. And indeed
it was. Pat couldn't hold it any longer, warned his friend and got ready to
shoot a huge load up the air. But Mark kept sucking and sucking and Pat had
no alternative but to cum in Mark's mouth. Stream after stream of Pat's
fluids filled Mark's mouth. In fact, in the hundreds of times Mark had
sucked cock, he had never received such an amount of cum. He couldn't take
it all and had to release his oral grip. Still Pat was cumming, even though
it was dripping of Mark's face. The intensity of Pat's orgasm told a whole
story. It wasn't just cum, it were years of repressed feelings that were
finally out in the open. The moaning stopped and Pat was completely
empty. Mark gave him a kiss, making sure Pat would taste the cum and hoping
he would like it. At first, Pat didn't know if he had to be disgusted or in
seventh heaven. But he tried to forget what the substance was and
concentrated on the taste, salty and sweet at the same time. In the end he
decided he liked it.

"My turn now", whispered Mark.

Now, Pat became uncomfortable again. The hesitance, shame and embarrassment
had been repressed by pure lust and desire, but now Pat regained controls
of his thoughts. He knew Mark expected him to repay the favor and he also
realized it was the fair way to act. After all, Mark had given him such
pleasure and it was only right that he expected Pat to do the same. But the
doubt was still very much in Pat's mind. He was embarrassed enough that he
had just enjoyed an other man sucking on his dick, but now he was asked to
take a cock in his mouth and that was a bit much for Pat to deal with. Mark
noticed Pat's unwillingness and started kissing and caressing him again,
hoping that Pat would return to the state of passion he was in earlier. But
that didn't convince Pat. In the end it was his feeling of fair-play, still
one of his trademarks, that made Pat cross the line to decide he would give
Mark a blow-job.

"All right", said Pat, "I'll do it."

Mark kissed him on the lips one more time and then stood up. The still
naive Pat thought that would be the end of it and Mark would leave, but he
soon understood what he had to do. He got on his knees, with his face in
front of Mark's hard cock. The 19-year old grabbed Pat's head and started
pulling it closer. Pat took a good look at what was about to enter his
mouth. Mark's cock was very thick and Pat was a bit worried about how it
would all fit, but while looking so closely at another man's cock, he
started to realize that he actually wanted it. He wanted to suck on this
cock, he wanted to feel it in his mouth, to touch it with his lips and to
taste it. His own penis was getting hard again, every part of his body told
him he wanted it. Only the brain remained dissident. Mark was getting
impatient, waiting for Pat to open his mouth. It was a great relief for
him, when he finally felt a pair of hot lips kissing his cockhead. Pat
kissed the cockhead a couple of times, then the shaft and the huge balls,
dangling between Mark's legs.

"Ohhh, that's great, Pat. Suck on my balls"

Mark had decided Pat needed some guidance. After all, he had never done
this before. And Pat, happy to get some assistance, followed Mark's
guidelines and thus started sucking on Mark's balls. Taking the balls in
his mouth was a new feeling for him. It felt a bit hairy at first, but he
found Mark's balls to be very flexible and moved them all around his mouth.

"Careful with the teeth", Mark pointed out.

But Pat was very gentle and tried his best to make his friend feel as good
as possible. He released the balls, leaving them dangling again, this time
all wet, and concentrated on Mark's cock again.

"Yeaahhhh, lick it. That feels soooo good."

Pat was happy with the encouragements and licked every square inch of the
thick, throbbing dick. He ended where he started, with the cockhead, which
already began to leak precum. He licked it off and tasted another man's
juice for the first time. It tasted different from his own cum. It actually
tasted better.

"Suck on the head", Mark instructed him and Pat did.

"Take it in, Pat. Let me feel your hot mouth all around my cock", Mark said
almost in a begging voice. Pat didn't know any better than to do as Mark
said. The cock filled his mouth, Pat had a problem taking it all in, but
was encouraged by Mark to leave no spot uncovered. The length wasn't a
problem, the thickness was. But Pat is an athlete with flexible muscles,
and he managed to get it all in. Mark's hands were now all over Pat's
head. He positioned them at the back of his head and started fucking Pat's
mouth. Pat didn't have to do very much at this stage, but just felt the
cock going in and out again. He just tried to follow with his tongue, as
Mark raised his speed to fuck Pat's mouth with increasing vigor and
noise. Mark was screaming very loudly now, shouting "oohhs" and "aahhs" all
over the place. Pat knew Mark was about to cum and got ready to receive a
huge load of white, creamy cum. But however he had anticipated it, it was
still a shock when Mark's cum filled his mouth at high speed and in large
quantities. Pat couldn't take it all in and so most of it landed on his
chest instead of in his mouth. Good thing they were in the showers anyway.

Pat had come a long way in just half an hour. But he didn't really regret
what happened. In fact, Pat was eager to learn more and to develop his new
found sexuality. And Mark was just the person to help him do that.


Part Three: His Master's Voice


Mark and Pat continued to establish a stabile sexual relationship. They
grabbed every opportunity to have sex and discovered every part of each
other's body and found out their sexual likes and dislikes. Mark stayed the
dominant force in their relationship, often looking for ways to make sex
more exciting. He wanted to do it everywhere and thus dragged Pat around to
have sex in some unusual places. One of the more interesting stories is
about the night they made love in a big tennis hall.

They had been playing an indoor tournament somewhere (I think it was in
Germany) and were involved in a doubles match in one of the smaller tennis
halls of the complex. About five hundred spectators witnessed an
interesting match, which our heroes lost in the end. The crowd should have
stayed around to see a more exciting spectacle, but unaware of what was
coming left the hall after the match, since it was the last one scheduled
for the day. Pat and Mark were disappointed after losing the match and
talked about what went wrong. Usually they would make each other feel
better by some hanky-panky in the locker room and that was exactly what
poor predictable Pat had in mind. But devilish Mark had another idea.

"I'm sorry to say this, Pat, but your backhand volley really didn't reach
its normal standard", said Mark seriously.

Pat instantly felt guilty for costing them the match and apologized to his
partner.

"Don't worry about it, mate. I've played some awful tennis on other
occasions. That's just the risk of playing doubles", Mark tried to comfort
Pat. "I'll tell you what", he continued, "we should go back to the court
and practice that shot for a while."

Pat didn't feel like doing that. He wanted to have a quick shower with Mark
and return to the hotel, but he didn't dare to refuse, still feeling guilty
for the loss of the match.

The two players went back to the hall which was already deserted. In fact,
the doors were closed and the players couldn't get in. Mark instructed Pat
to wait there and looked for some kind of genitor. He made up some excuse
about forgetting to kiss the net after the match. Mark explained that he
was very superstitious and always kissed the net after losing a match to
make sure he wouldn't lose the next one. Athletes are quite well known for
their bizarre forms of superstitiousness and the genitor gave Mark the key
to the hall. Mark returned to Pat who patiently waited for his
partner. They let themselves in, put on some lights and Mark locked the
entrance behind them to make sure no one would disturb them. Pat had
already taken his racket out of his bag and stood at one end of the court,
anxious to get this over with as soon as possible. Mark took his own racket
and found some tennis balls to practice with. They started practicing, but
after a couple of minutes Mark complained:

"It's very hot in here. They must have switched the air-conditioning off."

"You wanna call it a day ?", Pat asked hopefully. "We can continue
practicing tomorrow."

"No, we'd better do it now, while we're still here. We can just take our
clothes off." And with that, Mark started to undress. He took his shirt
off, revealing his beautifully muscular torso to the hundreds of spectators
that weren't there anymore. He took off his shoes and then the shorts came
off. Finally the white Calvin Kleins were taken off as well and Mark was
completely naked except for his white tennis socks he wanted to keep on to
protect his feet from the hard court. His limp cock and big, furry balls
were swirling around as Mark got ready to receive Pat's serve. But Pat
didn't serve, he just stood there with his mouth open.

"What are you doing ?", Pat cried out. "You can't play like that, what if
someone sees us ?"

"Like who ? I've locked the door and there's no one here. Just calm down
and take your gear off as well."

But Pat hesitated.

"Come on. It's great to play tennis in the nude. You'll love it. Trust me
!"

And as usual, Pat gave in. He took off his own clothes and those poor
spectators who had already left, missed the sight of a life-time: two of
the hottest tennis stars at both ends of the court wearing nothing but
their socks. They continued their practice session with little success. Pat
experienced a whole new feeling, running around the courts with his penis
swirling in all directions, released from the athlete's underwear that kept
it in place during normal matches. The sight of his friend's cock when he
smashed, served or ran to return one of Pat's drop shots was another
novelty for the elder partner. All in all, those were very difficult
conditions to reach optimal concentration. But then again, the conditions
were simply excellent to get a raging hard-on and after a while they were
both playing with rock hard cocks.

Mark played a high half volley, allowing Pat to approach the net, which he
always did. At the net Pat played another wonderful drop shot, just having
learned that running with a hard-on isn't that easy. Mark tried his best to
get it, but came to late to hit the ball properly. The ball landed in the
net and both players smiled at each other. They were about two meters apart
from each other and Mark decided it was time for some different kind of
action. He went over to Pat, who moved closer to him. Once close enough,
Mark pulled Pat against him and with only a net between them they started
kissing. Their tongues found each other quickly for a series of hot, wet
kisses. Caressing each other's backs, their hands went down until they
could grab each other's butt, one of their best features. They tried to
push each other as close as they could, wanting to grind their hard cocks
together, but the net was in the way. That gave Mark a brilliant idea. He
got on his knees, licking Pat's chest all the way down to his stomach and
then said to his friend:

"Stick it through."

"What ?"

"Stick your cock through the mazes of the net."

Pat did as he was told and finally felt Mark's lips around his throbbing
organ. Mark tried to do a good job, but it was difficult to lick the whole
shaft and virtually impossible to pay much attention to Pat's balls, so he
concentrated his efforts on his shiny cockhead. He licked it like a
lollipop and then took it in his mouth to suck on it. He knew by now how
Pat liked to have his dick sucked and used this knowledge to produce Pat's
orgasm fairly quickly. Pat shot his load. It was later then he had hoped,
since he wanted it right after the match was finished, but it was still
very fulfilling. Mark's mouth was filled by a large amount of Pat's hot
juice and as always Mark continued sucking on Pat's dick to get the last
drop out. Mark liked to finish the job properly.

When Pat was done, he got ready to receive his friend's dick, but Mark had
another crazy idea. Suddenly he left Pat and climbed into the umpire's
chair. He sat in it, his cock pointing straight at the roof, still as hard
as a rock.

"Now, what are you doing ?", Pat asked.

"You know it's a real turn-on to sit in this seat of power. Come up and
join me."

"You've lost it now, mate."

"Code violation. Warning Mister Rafter", Mark gave away a fine impression
of an umpire.

"Well, if you're enjoying it that much, than jack off and lets get out of
here. We can't stay here forever".

"Just come up here, before I give you a penalty point. You chicken."

"Don't call me that. You know I hate that. I'm getting out of here."

Now Mark started a different impression. He made chicken noises to express
what he thought of Pat at that point.

Pat was now getting angry and got over to the chair. "You're asking for it,
mate. Now, get down from there, before I have to come and get you."

But Mark continued with the noises, knowing exactly what he was doing. Pat
finally became so annoyed with Mark that he climbed the chair to get his
partner out of it. Pat started to pull on Mark's legs, but Mark didn't
move. Pat climbed higher and, as Mark spread his legs to allow Pat access
to the umpire's seat, now faced his friend again. But Mark didn't initiate
a battle with his friend, instead he bent over and kissed Pat's mouth. The
latter was surprised by this maneuver, but responded promptly by allowing
Mark's tongue in. As the kiss grew more passionate, Pat's dick was getting
hard again. Mark broke off the kiss and whispered:

"Come sit on the chair."

"There's no room for two", Pat said.

"Yes there is. You can sit on my cock."

"You can't be serious !"

I must say that Pat had a good point here. An umpire's chair is stabile
enough to sit on, but it was doubtful that it wouldn't collapse when two
men were fucking each other on it. But you just never say no to a guy like
Mark Philippoussis and Pat gently turned around to sit on Mark' lap, firmly
held by Mark who protected him for a fall. I still have difficulty
imagining how they did it, but they did. Pat positioned his asshole right
above Mark's hard cock and lowered himself on it. Pat's ass and Mark's cock
knew each other well and so there was little resistance. The youngest's
cock was now completely in, enjoying the warmth of Pat's intestines. The
trickiest bit was for Pat to move up and down on Mark's dick. Very
cautiously and with a lot of assistance from Mark he managed to get some
motion in it. He went up and down, very slowly at first, but faster as
their confidence grew that the chair could take it. Mark took Pat's cock in
his hand and started jacking him off as Pat continued his way up and down
his partner's shaft. The pure excitement of the situation made Mark explode
faster than usual. He shot his load up Pat's ass and continued to jack him
off until Pat shot a second load of juice. This time up the air and not in
Mark's mouth.

Now Mark was completely satisfied. They climbed down from the chair, got
dressed and left the hall. Such a shame that none of the hundreds of
spectators who were there just a few hours before witnessed this
spectacle. And I wonder if the umpire ever found out what the sticky
substance was he sat in the next day. Again Mark had taken Pat into new
territory.

Pat was only too happy to follow Mark's lead. As the inexperienced one of
the two, he discovered a new and very exciting world full of lust and
desire. After a couple of months, Mark started talking about threesomes or
sex with even larger groups. Again Pat took some convincing and hesitated
at first, but Mark didn't listen to Pat's objections and just brought a guy
with him one night. It turned out to be another enjoyable experience and
many others followed. Pat still isn't to keen on having sex with several
people at once, which I regret but hope to change in the future. But I can
see the twinkle in his eyes when he talks about the time he and Mark got
their Davis Cup team mates Jason Stoltenberg and Todd Woodbridge so drunk
that they were all over them. Todd was actually so drunk that he still
doesn't have a clue what happened that night. The other guys told him he
had sex with gorgeous twin sisters, while in fact it were Pat's lips around
his cock and Mark's pussy he fucked. Jason does know what happened and is
still embarrassed by the whole situation.

In the end Mark proved to be too much for Pat to handle. In essence Pat's a
quiet guy who likes simple things and he got a bit tired of Mark's
dominance. Mark, however, didn't show any sign of settling down. And so the
story of Pat and Mark ended at the beginning of 1998. The partnership was
over and they went their separate ways. Mark is still accumulating lovers,
exploiting the fame he has to the fullest, while Pat has found himself a
lover who has an appetite similar to Mark's, but who is willing to
compromise and put Pat's needs first: me.


The End